Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1887-09-01

at the trouble OF laying on the pant
alone. and standing all day long at
ones easel It's all very well, Hughic,
for YOU to talk, but | assure you that
there are moments when art approaches
the dignity of manual labor. But you
mustn't chatter; I'm very busy. Smoke
cigarette, and keep quiet
After some time the servant came in,
and told Trevor that the frame-maker
wanted 10 speak to him
Don't run away, Hughie, he said,
as he went out. 'I'll be back in mo-
meBt."
The old bcggar-man took advantage
OF Trey0rs absence to rest for mo-
ment on wooden bench that was be-
l'hmd him. He looked so forlorn and
wretched that Ifughie could not help
plying him, and he felt in his pocket
TO see what money he had. All ne
could find was sovereign and some
coppers. "Poor old fellow, he thought
TO himself che wants it more than |
do, but it means no hansoms for "a
fortnight, and he walked across the
studio and slipped the sovereign into
the beggars hand.
The old man started, aud a faint
smile fitted across his Witherd lips.
Thank you, Sir he said in a foreign
accent.
Then Trevor arrived, and Hughie
took his leave, blushing a little at
what hc had done. lie spent the day
with Laura, got 4 charming scolding
for his extravaganza, and had TO walk
home.
That night he strollcd into the
Palette club about1l o'clock and found
Trevor sitting by himself in the smok-
ing-room drinking hook and settler
well Alan, did you get the picture
finished all rightp' he said, as he lit
his cigarette.
FINISHED and framed my boy!" an
swcred Trevor; "and, by the by, You
have made conquest. That old
model you saw is quite devoted to you.
| had 90 tell him all about you who
You are, whore you live, what your in
come Is, what prospects you have
MY dear Alan cried Hughie, 81
shall probably find him waiting for
me when / go home. But Of course
you are only Joking. Poor old beg
gar! / wish | could do something for
him. think it is dreadful that any
one should be so miserable ! have
rot heaps of old clothes at home do
sou think he would care for any of
them? Why, his rags were falling ~
bits"
but he looked splendid in them,
said Trevor. II wouldn't paint him
in frock coat for anything What
you call rags ! call romance. What
seems poverty to you is picturesque
ness tome. However, I'll tell him your
offer
ALAN, said Hughic seriously, "you
painters are q heartlcss lot
"An artists heart is his head, re-
piled Trevor; ''and besides, our bust
ness is to realize the world as we see
it. not TO reform it as we know it. 4
chdcHg son Dictier. And now tell me
how Laura is. The old model was
quite interested in her.'
You don't mean TO say YOU talked
to him about her?" said Ilughie
Certainly / did lie knows ali
about the relentless colonel, the lovely
damsel, and the 10000.
"You told that old beggar all my
private aifairs2' cried Hughie, looking
very red and angry.
"My dear boy, said Trevor smiling,
"that old beggar as you call him, is one
of the richest men in Europe. He could
buy all London tomorrow without
oyerdrawing his account. He has a
house in every capital, dimes off gold
plates, and can prevent Russia going
to war when he chooses.
Nv hat on earth do you mcan?' eX-
claimed Hughie.
"What | say said Trevor The
old man you saw to-day was Baron
Hausbcrg, lie is u great friend of
mine, buys all my pictures and chat
sort of thing, and gave me a commits
sion month ago to paint him as
beggar, QEt CoHicEroHs3 La td2tusSie
dtm millionaire! And | must say
he made magnificent figure in his
rags. or perhaps ! should say in my
rags; they are an old suit | got in
spain.
"Baron IIausberg!" cried Hughie.
Good heavens! | gave HIM u soycr
eigur and hc sank into an armchair,
the picture of dismay.
Gave him sovereign. shouted
Trevor. and burst into a roar of laugh
ter. My dear boy, you'll never see it
again. Son gBdirc ccSt fdrgcRt dtS
d3ttreSS.
II think YOU might have told me,
Alan, said lIughie, sulkily, "and not
let me make such fool of myself
well. To begin with Hughie' said
a